I, her own witness

 2002:

The girl loved everything grand and glittery
Sparkles, Christmas lights, sequins in frocks,
Houses with chandeliers,
Gifts wrapped in shining ribbons
She believed, the more flashy things are,
The better they should be
She believed bigger wishes are for special events
And deeper prayers are for bigger places

2012:

That teenager loved more abstract things
Heard words that could neither be touched, nor felt
But definitely observed and understood
She was caught in the
Outer spirals of this idea called success;
The mirage called
Happiness, freedom and self expression,
love, hate and indifference,
guilt, grief and greed
Knew every prayer was a detailed wishlist;
With specifics of what, when, how and who
She was sure it would all happen
Exactly the way she wanted, 

There weren't two ways to the same goal

2022:

The girl, hopefully with many years ahead still
Now has learnt
Some fancy things are like the aroma of freshly brewed coffee
And some wishes are crisply folded letters

Some concepts are yet to be questioned

And some prayers are a silent 'thank you'

She has learnt
Goodness of simple keepsakes
And some ideas that could be namesakes

She has learnt 

Some promises are to be fulfilled, 

Some are to be kept

She has learnt
Some sharp rocks smooth over time
That some mountains today stand where oceans once were

She believes things change, things evolve
She evolves
She = I, her own witness